Tag: Life After Bogota (1972-Onward)
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On Books & Reading: A TED Talk About My ‘Disrupted’ Reading Habits, Plus the Last TBR Report for 2022
Well, Dear Reader, it’s Thursday, December 29, 2022, and since today is almost at the halfway point of its 24-hour span, we are getting closer to saying goodbye to the Old Year and ushering in the New Year. I had hoped to write a book or movie review today, but I – once again –…
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Tempus Fugit: Hazy (But Happy!) Memories of Christmas 1972
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas time. – Laura Ingalls Wilder I wish I had vivid memories of my first Christmas as a permanent resident of the state of Florida after our unexpected…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Mid-December, 1972: New School, New Girlfriend, and Apollo’s Last Hurrah
“December is the holdout month, all the others torn away.” ― Anne Gisleson, The Futilitarians: Our Year of Thinking, Drinking, Grieving, and Reading With Christmas Day of 2022 only 12 days away – and New Year’s Eve 18 days in the future – and my move to Brandon looming on a date that is “TBA”…
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School, 1972 Revisited (50 Years After): Haiku # 7
Old childhood picture Yellowed, dogeared, still treasured Past heartaches return
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School, 1972: Haiku #3
Morning sunlight shines Casting shadows of the big trees, Two hands tightly clasped.
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School, 1972: Haiku #2
For Cheryl T…Wherever She May Be Winter’s chill comes now Pink wool sweater warms your skin Teardrops fall like leaves
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T. – 50 Years Later, Part the Second
Last Time, on Remembering Cheryl T….. “You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” ― John Green “There’s no love like the first.” ― Nicholas Sparks When I was nine years old and a third-grader at Coral Park Elementary School, I fell in love with…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T. – 50 Years Later, Part the First
Prologue: The Fragility of Memory One of the things that bother me about the nature of memories is how fragile, how unreliable, and woefully imperfect they are. Take, for example, my memories about an event that occurred when I was 20 years old – my last day as a high school student at South Miami…
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Tempus Fugit: Fractured Memories of Halloween 1972
“There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.” ― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember Fifty years ago, when I was nine (going on 10) years old, I lived…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering ‘Cheryl T.’
“Better to have to retrace your steps and then move forward than never to move forward at all.” ― Anne Burack Sayre, The Birthday Book Club Snatching: The Melinda & Simon Series I promised, not too long ago, that I’d tell you a bit more about “Cheryl T,” the cute auburn-haired girl who sat two…
A Certain Point of View, Too 